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Now I am come again, you who have so desiredMy coming, why do you look away from me?Why does your cheek burn against me—have I inspiredSuch anger as sets your mouth unwontedly?
Ah, here I sit while you break the music beneathYour bow; for broken it is, and hurting to hear:Cease then from music—does anguish of absence bequeathMe only aloofness when I would draw near?
xxviii.
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